She was 13, and developed respiratory distress, from unknown causes. We have no children ,and our animals are our babies. GiGi was our "first-born". Our grief was overwhelming, and a turnip would have given us more compassion than the vet's office did. No sooner did the assistant take GiGi in the back room, than the other assistant was sticking her head in the room and telling us how much we owe them. I do realize it's a business to them, but to the grieving owners, a little compassion goes a long way. I feel like someone has kicked me in the stomach, and all they wanted is their money. When did people lose their compassion is what I want to know? This was the single hardest decision I have ever had to make in my life, I am 52, and, a part of me died today with her. And all they wanted was their money and their room back for the next client.
2007-05-04
07:10:03
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porkchop
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